Page 60 of Forgotten Promise

“You’re so fucking sexy,” John said, cupping her cheek affectionately. “I’m never going to get enough of you.” It was a strong proclamation. Maybe too strong, given the tenuous bond between them, but his concern melted away when she gave him a sultry smile.

“You said something about sucking your cock,” she murmured.

John swallowed deeply, his dick doing the impossible and getting even harder.

“Benjamin,” he said, the gruffness of his voice betraying his need. “Fuck her.”

Neither he nor Kailani looked back when they heard the rasp of a zipper, the crinkle of a foil wrapper. Instead, they merely looked deep into each other’s eyes, waiting for their lover…

Kailani groaned as Benjamin stood up and slid inside, then she lowered her head, taking his cock into her hand and her mouth.

For three new lovers in a fairly tight space, he might have expected the choreography to be awkward, but this felt as natural as breathing.

Kailani took him deeper with each pass, moving in time with Benjamin.

On each forward thrust, he felt the back of her throat.

Then the retreat.

The pace started slow, steady, but it built with each return until the three of them were gasping for air, no sounds except the gentle hum of the plane’s engines, skin slapping skin, and labored breathing.

John tried to hold off as long as he could, but her mouth was too fucking good. When she reached lower to grip his balls, he was a goner.

“Jesus, Kailani,” he said, his fists closed tightly in her soft hair. “Swallow it, take it all.”

He came hard, Kailani, the sexy minx, giving him no quarter, no reprieve, sucking and sucking until she’d drawn every single drop.

John finally pushed her away, taking her cheeks in his hands, kissing her, pushing her mouth open, tasting himself on her lips.

Then it was her turn to fall apart. She cried out, her back arching.

“God, Ben. I’m—” It was all she managed to say before she splintered, shattered. John had never seen anything more beautiful than his wife—by God, she would be his—in the midst of an orgasm.

As the last tremors faded, he looked over her shoulder and watched as Benjamin’s face contorted with the pleasure-pain of his own climax, his fingers holding tight to Kailani’s hips as he rode out the storm.

Benjamin was the first to break away, dropping heavily onto the couch behind him, gasping for air. “Jesus Christ,” he said.

John zipped up his jeans, then helped Kailani stand upright, kneeling in front of her to help her put her panties and jeans back on. Then he pushed her back to the couch next to Benjamin, who slipped her bra over her shoulders, reaching around behind her to fasten the hooks, stealing his own kiss, though it was too short, too…fuck…

The hesitance was back.

Next time, John was going to make the two of them kiss for hours until this goddamn reticence was a thing of the past.

Next time.

God, please let there be a next time.

Chapter Fourteen

The stately Georgian Colonial house looked clean and crisp, thanks to the rain, the trim bright white, the brick warm browns and reds. The storm that had grounded them in Denver had battered the Eastern Seaboard, but they were upstate and inland enough that there hadn’t been much more than heavy rain.

Kailani felt like she was vibrating, she was so anxious. On the plane, they’d taken away every worry, every thought but them, when they fucked her. John was easygoing outside of the bedroom, demanding and dominant inside of it. And Benjamin…Benjamin who was dominant through and through, who’d excelled and reveled in their exploration of kink and power exchange, had been willing to listen to and obey John. What would happen if the two of them just went at it, fought for control…?

She’d been able to stay relaxed for the rest of the flight, blissed out and still aroused until the intercom dinged, announcing their descent.

Then reality came crashing down.

She’d been jiggling her foot most of the way from the airport and hadn’t stopped even when John put a hand on her knee. It was ten a.m. in New York, four a.m. in Hawaii, and it had been over thirty-six hours since she’d gotten the call, assuming she’d done that math right.

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